"Ned, I've got a scheme. I think I can carry it out." Mr. Stanley G.
Fulton strode across the room and dropped himself into the waiting
chair. "Remember those cousins back East? Well, I'm going to find out
which of 'em I want for my heir."

"Another case of investigating before investing, eh?"

"Exactly."

"Well, that's like you. What is it, a little detective work? Going to
get acquainted with them, I suppose, and see how they treat you. Then
you can size them up as to hearts and habits, and drop the golden plum
into the lap of the worthy man, eh?"

"Yes, and no. But not the way you say. I'm going to give 'em say fifty
or a hundred thousand apiece, and--"

"GIVE it to them--NOW?"

"Sure! How'm I going to know how they'll spend money till they have it
to spend?"

"I know; but--"

"Oh, I've planned all that. Don't worry. Of course you'll have to fix
it up for me. I shall leave instructions with you, and when the time
comes all you have to do is to carry them out."

The lawyer came erect in his chair.